i tell
her on the phone.
you're right she says.
i don't.
i don't understand how
instead of seeing me
that you'd rather be
alone.
it's not you, it's me i plead.
nothing to do
with you or us, or anything
like that.
it's just the need to be
by myself sometimes, nothing
more, or less than that.
sometimes i need to
read, or watch tv, or run
up the steps if inspiration
strikes and carve out
something that may resemble
a poem.
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